‘88 Rx-7

The engine had been on fire.and the transmission was bad in every sense of the word. The interior was full of Marlboro swag from the 1980s, broken glass, what I hesitate to call car parts, walnuts, and dead squirrels. Even the brake ducts were full of walnuts from it’s deceased furry residents. After five years of neglect while the previous owner had been in prison the hood was little more than rust and the paint got very faded and chipped


Now is the part where I mention that I am bipolar and made very irrational choices before I was medicated.

The worst part is that I still have this pile and have no idea what I’m going to do with it.